Fetish for the Cash (feat. Man-E)
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
Been up in the trap, chef'n up its looking succulent
Fetish for the cash, I'm married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Yeah
Married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Hop up out my feelings, ima' hop up in my bag
Turn up every night light every night gon' be out last
Addicted to them hunnit' got a fetish for the cash
Yeah
I got a fetish for the cash
Asked em' why they mad, they act like they don't even fuck with me
I couldn't come in last cuz' all my niggas in the front with me
I hit the gas, I puff don't pass like you ain't gettin' nun' from me
I smoke the loud right out the pound and u ain't getting nun from me
middle fingers out the roof, dashing fast right to the cash
I poured some lean right on my pants i hop that i don't crash
I know they wanna see me but I'm playin' with the cash
Yeah
I got a fetish for the cash
Hopping out my feelings hitting a hunnit' on the dash (On the dash)
Stackin' up these hunnits everyday like its our last (Our last)
You know I got a fetish I been feenin' for the bag (For the bag)
Never talk on phones cuz' you know they be tapped
I could eye ball work I don't need no scale
Fuck around on my name ima spit a shell
Getting pounds shipped in right thru the mail
You know my name ring bells even thru the cells
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
Been up in the trap, chef'n up its looking succulent
Fetish for the cash, I'm married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Yeah
Married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Hop up out my feelings, ima' hop up in my bag
Turn up every night light every night gon' be out last
Addicted to them hunnit' got a fetish for the cash
Yeah
I got a fetish for the cash
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
Been up in the trap, chef'n up its looking succulent
Fetish for the cash, I'm married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Yeah
Married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Hop up out my feelings, ima' hop up in my bag
Turn up every night light every night gon' be out last
Addicted to them hunnit' got a fetish for the cash
Yeah
I got a fetish for the cash
I got a fetish for the cash
I got a fetish for the cash
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
I got a fetish for the cash
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
I got a fetish for the cash
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
I got a fetish for the cash
Been up in the trap, chef'n up its looking succulent
Fetish for the cash, I'm married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Yeah
Married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Hop up out my feelings, ima' hop up in my bag
Turn up every night light every night gon' be out last
Addicted to them hunnit' got a fetish for the cash
Yeah
I got a fetish for the cash
Asked em' why they mad, they act like they don't even fuck with me
I couldn't come in last cuz' all my niggas in the front with me
I hit the gas, I puff don't pass like you ain't gettin' nun' from me
I smoke the loud right out the pound and u ain't getting nun from me
middle fingers out the roof, dashing fast right to the cash
I poured some lean right on my pants i hop that i don't crash
I know they wanna see me but I'm playin' with the cash
Yeah
I got a fetish for the cash
Hopping out my feelings hitting a hunnit' on the dash (On the dash)
Stackin' up these hunnits everyday like its our last (Our last)
You know I got a fetish I been feenin' for the bag (For the bag)
Never talk on phones cuz' you know they be tapped
I could eye ball work I don't need no scale
Fuck around on my name ima spit a shell
Getting pounds shipped in right thru the mail
You know my name ring bells even thru the cells
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
Been up in the trap, chef'n up its looking succulent
Fetish for the cash, I'm married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Yeah
Married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Hop up out my feelings, ima' hop up in my bag
Turn up every night light every night gon' be out last
Addicted to them hunnit' got a fetish for the cash
Yeah
I got a fetish for the cash
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
Been up in the trap, chef'n up its looking succulent
Fetish for the cash, I'm married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Yeah
Married to it guess I'm stuck with it
Hop up out my feelings, ima' hop up in my bag
Turn up every night light every night gon' be out last
Addicted to them hunnit' got a fetish for the cash
Yeah
I got a fetish for the cash
I got a fetish for the cash
I got a fetish for the cash
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
I got a fetish for the cash
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
I got a fetish for the cash
Now these niggas hating guess they mad I ain't no sucka' bitch
I got a fetish for the cash
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Writer(s): Jesus Marmol
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